Chapter 1
My husband shoved my head toward a sink full of dirty dishes because I had been caring for our baby instead of washing them—then my father walked through the door and knocked him to the floor.
My name is Emily Parker, and I lived outside Nashville with my husband, Ryan, and our six-month-old son, Noah.
That afternoon, Noah had been crying for hours.
He was teething, exhausted, and refused to sleep unless I held him.
By the time Ryan came home, the kitchen was a mess.
He looked at the sink.
Then he looked at me.
“You’ve been home all day.”
“I’ve been taking care of Noah.”
Ryan laughed.
“And washing dishes was too difficult?”
“Ryan, please. I haven’t even eaten yet.”
He walked toward me.
“You’re becoming useless.”
I stared at him.
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
That only made him angrier.
He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me toward the sink.
“Then maybe this will teach you.”
My hands hit the counter as my face came inches from the dirty water and stacked plates.
“Ryan, stop!”
Noah began screaming from his playpen.
Ryan pushed harder.
“Even the baby can’t stand listening to you.”
Something inside me broke when he said that.
“Get your hands off me.”
Instead, he insulted me again and forced my head lower.
Then the front door opened.
“Emily?”
It was my father.
Ryan froze.
Dad walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries.
The bag slipped from his hand.
“What are you doing to my daughter?”
Ryan released me and turned.
“Stay out of this.”
My father crossed the kitchen and struck Ryan once, sending him stumbling onto the floor.
Ryan stared up at him in shock.
Dad immediately stepped between us and pointed toward the door.
“You’re done.”
Ryan wiped his mouth and started laughing.
“You think this is her house?”
My father’s expression changed.
Then he reached into his coat and placed a folder on the kitchen island.
“No, Ryan,” he said quietly. “I know whose house it really is.”
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Ryan stopped laughing.
And when I saw my late mother’s name printed across the first document, I realized my father had come over that day for a reason he had never told me.
